Let’s Flash Mob Our Message of Hope

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I want to FLASH MOB the internet with this message of HOPE in the hard.

Will you join me?

I’ve started a Thunderclap Campaign. 

A WHAT?!

I know. It’s sorta like this… I can clap my hands, and the people around me will hear it. But a THUNDERclap… wow, that spreads far and wide.

And that’s what I’d like to do with the book.

Here’s what happens.

I need 100 people to let me post, through Thunderclap, a message about the book… all at once. I’m essentially borrowing your audience, ONE time, in one moment.

We’re flash mobbing the internet on National Adoption Day (Nov 21)

But, Thunderclap won’t post if I don’t have 100 people willing. But think about it… If I have 1,000 friends on Facebook… I can reach those 1,000. But if ONE HUNDRED of us have 1,000 friends… then we’ve reached 100,000 people! HELLO!

So please consider joining my campaign!

You can check out my page (and exactly what will be tweeted or posted) right HERE.

I have had an unbelievable couple of days!!!

90 days ago I didn’t even have a book idea… but bravely, I stepped into Self Publishing School and decided to try something a little different.

The writing is easy. And I live the story, so I didn’t have to make anything up.

But the publishing! The marketing! This… this is scary.

Yet I have heard you. The many reviews and comments about how this book is changing your life. How it’s changing the way you see your family or your friends’ family… or even your own mental health.

One person said:

I’ve adopted four children and fostered many more. I consider myself a “veteran” and yet I still learned a lot from this beautifully written, heart wrenching, inspiring book. Whether you are curious about adopting from foster care or a mom in the trenches, this book is an invaluable resource.

Reclaiming Hope made me feel understood and encouraged. The author gave voice to things I’ve felt but didn’t have the courage to admit for fear of judgment. She gets it! This book whispered into my heart “Be gentle with yourself, Mom.” I am better for having read it.

Wow you guys!!!

So now my mission has grown. I want the message of hope in Reclaiming Hope: Overcoming the Challenges of Parenting Foster and Adopted Children to go beyond me. Beyond my amazing circle.

Will you join me??? THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

You can check out my page (and exactly what will be tweeted or posted) right HERE.

You-niquely You

My meanderings meander far more often than I actually have time to record them. Which is a bit frustrating because this results in my mind being constantly filled with such a varying degree of thoughts to be thought and mysteries to ponder that I can become quite distracted and in a constant state of quasi-inspiration, floating in and out of my philosophical mind and the reality of my laundry, dishes, meals to plan, children to rear, etc.

That said, I finally decided to take a moment to share my most recent thought. So recent, in fact, that it only occurred minutes ago.

As many of you know, I am a foster mother, an adoptive mother, a biological mother, and the daughter of a mother. 🙂

My various experiences within these roles came to a point this morning as I recollected various children I’ve mothered and their own biological mothers. One of my foster children had been told by her bio-mother, “It’s okay if I lose you… I can always have more kids.”

!!!!!!!!!!

That poor sweet child, at the age of 13, had a daughter as well. Yes, my 13 year old foster daughter had a baby… without her consent. Regardless, when it became clear that she was unable to care for her child, her response was, “It’s okay, I can always have more kids…”

My heart breaks.

Another biological mother, recently, was released from prison and, free to start her life again, had a baby. To keep this baby, of course, she has to stay clean, follow the rules of the court regarding her former children, and prove she can raise this new child of hers. Well, upon receiving a secret phone call from her young bio-daughter (now in foster care), this mother had to respond with, “Please don’t ever call me again or I could go back to jail.”

I get it. This is her shot at a new life. A life where she actually gets to raise her own children. She’s already lost quite a few to her choices and the consequences of our system.

But to be a child hearing your mother say, “You are replaceable” must be among the most devastating of “realities” that a person could hear, at any age.

The reality is, no one is irreplaceable.

Nope, not even you.

Not at work.

Not at home.

Not at school.

Not at all.

You are the only you. Profound, I know. 🙂

I look at my 3 year old… a million other birthed babies could not replace HIM. Not one would be him. Not one could replace my almost 2-year old. Or my adopted 10 year old. Or my adopted 12 year old. Other children could fill my space and time… but could never be them.

To her biological mother’s great misunderstanding, my 13 year-old foster daughter could never be replaced by her future children. And neither could a new baby replace the one that my foster-daughter lost to the care of a more equipped person.

The daughter whose mother has a second shot at getting life just a little bit right… can’t be replaced. The new baby doesn’t do it. And I know for a fact that this same daughter is absolutely irreplaceable to the family who now desperately loves her and calls her their own.

And so are you. I don’t know your story. Whether you’ve been “replaced.” Or whether you have done the “replacing.” Or maybe you’ve even been asked to replace someone lost… and couldn’t. No one can be you. No one.

And YOU are important. Because you are a life. Planned. Designed. Counted on. Purposed. Called. Created with intention. Your life was not chance. Or a mistake. No accident. Even among the total world’s population… for all of time… not one can be you. Smile like you do. Laugh like you do. Think like you do. Be gifted as you are gifted- with your own special bent and quirks.

You have a purpose. Not just to take up space or breath up air. A destiny.

Even if you don’t believe me, it’s true. Your own belief about yourself can’t even change the reality that you are entirely unique and irreplaceable. This truth doesn’t rely on you believing it.

It just is.

But don’t take my word for it….

“You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts,God!
How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.”

Psalm 139:1-18

(emphasis mine).


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